Fried (an acrostic poem)

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Fast-food restaurant grease ran down his chubby fingers.

Reaching for the cup of bubbly sugar water to wash it down, he took a long swig.

It tasted so so good. He snatched up his burger and took another ferocious bite.

Eventually, the stuffing of his face subsided and he turned back to the problem at hand.

Differential equations had destroyed his brain, but after that carb load, it was time to strike back!

Cup (an acrostic poem)

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Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat

Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy

Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying

Iris (an acrostic poem)

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It all came into focus suddenly

Reality was never going to be her playground

It was all she could do to not cackle as she downed her cup of Ayahuasca

Slowly her eyes dilated and she was home

Coffee (an acrostic poem)

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Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose

Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation

Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught

Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue

Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds

Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony.  The day could now begin.

Snack Free (an acrostic poem)

Soooooo hungry

Nibbling on fresh air

And that was not satisfying

Craving sustenance

Knowing nothing was coming

 

Finding willpower

Reaching for a cup of tea

Everything will be okay

Even if his stomach disagreed

 

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Solo (an acrostic poem)

So many people crowded together to celebrate

Only Erik felt like an island in the sea of humanity

Looking at the beer in his red cup, he wondered why he was there

On his way home, he remembered.  He was Marty’s ride.

 

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